A Time to Talk
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When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
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And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.
-Robert Frost (1874-1963)
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Feed the plant, and a tree will grow.
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ruthe huye yaar ko manau
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NA RAAT DEKHI NA DIN
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